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OF ANGELS
YOU LEFT
IN TINFOIL
AND HASTENED AWAY
WRAPPED IN SILVER
THAT YOU CANNOT REMARK
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[WIND BLOWING, TRAFFIC PASSING...]
TRAFFIC PASSING...]
>> Woman on tape: Last winter...
I found a needle in a haystack.
It pricked my skin
and filled me with love.
and filled me with love. Now I'’m addicted.
Now I'’m addicted.
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TRAFFIC PASSING...]
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[TRAFFIC PASSING,
[TRAFFIC PASSING, BIRDS CHIRPING...]
BIRDS CHIRPING...]
[MAN CHUCKLES SOFTLY,
[MAN CHUCKLES SOFTLY, KISSES WOMAN]
KISSES WOMAN]
[TRAFFIC PASSING,
[TRAFFIC PASSING, BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE...]
BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE...]
>> Man: WHAT DO CATS LIKE
FOR BREAKFAST?
MICE CRISPIES.
MICE CRISPIES. >> SHUT UP, YOU DICK.
>> SHUT UP, YOU DICK.
...WHEN I FIRST STARTED OUT,
TAXIDERMY WAS LIKE MAGIC.
NO OTHER TAXIDERMISTS
WOULD TELL YOU THEIR SECRETS.
THERE WERE NO BOOKS OR MANUALS,
THERE WERE NO BOOKS OR MANUALS, JUST SECRETS.
JUST SECRETS.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT "TAXIDERMY"
MEANS, MANCHESTER?
>> NO.
>> NO. >> IT MEANS "TO REARRANGE SKIN."
>> IT MEANS "TO REARRANGE SKIN."
>> CAN I HAVE A GO?
>> NO.
>> WHY?
>> BECAUSE I AM A WOMAN
AND YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
AND YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
>> HAVE YOU GOT ANYTHING TO EAT?
>> NO.
>> NO. >> I'’M STARVING.
>> I'’M STARVING.
>> I'’M STARVING.
>> Boy: DO YOU WANT TO BUY THIS?
>> NO...
BUT HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT
FOR THIS?
>> 600 POUNDS!
>> 50 PENCE.
>> O.K....
THERE YOU GO.
>> THANK YOU.
>> THANK YOU. >> THANK YOU.
>> THANK YOU.
>> WHOA...
MANCHESTER, THEY'’RE AMAZING.
>> PISS OFF, JAKE.
>> LOOK, THE TUTOR WILL BE
BACK IN A BIT AND IF HE
CATCHES YOU IN HERE AGAIN,
HE'’S GONNA FIRE ME.
>> BE DONE IN A MINUTE.
>> WELL, HOW'’S ABOUT YOU JUST
LET ME DO '’EM, RIGHT, AND I'LL
BRING THEM TO THE PUB LATER.
>> O.K....
BUT DON'’T BE WANKING
OVER MY BIRD.
OVER MY BIRD.
>> THANKS, JAKE.
>> NO WORRIES.
>> UM, DID YOU WANT
ANOTHER PINT?
>> GO ON, THEN.
>> GO ON, THEN.
>> SOMEBODY SAID HE JUST...
HE, HE FELL OVER A PRAM
IN THE PASSAGE, BUT TRULY,
I DON'’T BLAME IT ON THE BUGGY.
ANYWAY...
YOU SEE, YOU WERE EXPECTING
ONE OF THEM TERRIBLE JOKES.
YOU SEE, I'’M CLASS, MAN.
ONLY GET BETTER.
HEY, YOU'’RE TOO EASY.
WELL, THERE WAS A TIME THERE WAS
THIS BLOKE I WAS HEARING ABOUT
WHO WAS ON THE TRAIN, PUFFING
AWAY...
LITTLE OLD WOMAN SITTING NEXT TO
HIM, PULLS INTO THE STATION,
THE LITTLE OLD WOMAN PULLS OUT
A BAG, PULLS OUT THE BIBLE
FROM THE BAG...
>> Jake:
THAT STINKS.
SHE WON'’T GO NOWHERE NEAR YOU
SMELLING LIKE THAT.
>> : SHE WILL,
SHE LOVES ME.
NOON LOVES ME.
LOVES ME.
NOON LOVES ME.
>> ...FINALLY, HE'’S HAD ENOUGH,
PULLS INTO A STATION...
>> Jake: WHY IS HE STARING?
>> I'’VE GOT NOON.
: I'’VE GOT NOON.
>> "...AND WHEN WE PULL OUT
THE STATION, YOU PUT THE BIBLE
BACK IN THE BAG?"
SHE SAYS, "WHY DON'’T YOU
FUCK OFF?"
WELL...
YOU SEE, YOU DON'’T KNOW WHO'S
ON THE TRAIN THESE DAYS.
IT'’S QUESTIONS LIKE THAT
SHOULD BE ASKED.
I MEAN, HERE'’S A QUESTION, LADS,
HERE'’S YOUR QUESTION...
HERE'’S YOUR QUESTION... >>
>>
>> HELLO, NOON.
HELLO, NOON.
>> Manchester: WHOA!
>> JESUS CHRIST...
PRICK.
PRICK.
>> LEAH.
LEAH.
>> WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
>> WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? >> HAVE A LOOK AT THESE.
>> HAVE A LOOK AT THESE.
SOMEONE JUST LEFT THEM
IN THE PUB.
IN THE PUB. >> NO WAY.
>> NO WAY.
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